Lately I have to wear a mask out in public as I’ve never,ever HAD to before. Other than that small difference my regular day life is not unlike pandemic life–I’m not quite too sure if it’s all bad as it may seem to be, it sure sounds sad and mundane but it’s really I think very good.Because…well, consistency maybe?…. Yes, I’ve seen only very small changes luckily. My life does resemble something of an infectious disease and an overall theme of panic and/or fear usually permeates my every waking minute most days. I don’t even need a color coded alarm system like they use on the news (i.e. red day-high risk! Danger! Be alert and seek cover! yellow day-use caution& green day – all is good) because every day is just like a red+ kind of day but add some crystal meth to the equation and WHOA BUDDY! We may be having a severely toxic and considered by some codependent,abusive,& insane reality show version of someone’s manic, psychological romantic thriller type of day,everyday! Aren’t I just so lucky, just constantly creeping on eggshells waiting for one of many outbreaks that possibly could happen to erupt and blow my world up,while also hoping and praying I don’t prove to be the cause and infect others with this, which makes self isolation a sinch truly.

But seriously I would rather be out standing in infected waters so to say, than in here with my own personal agent orange. I’ll never be rid of these symptoms and ailments I know I’ll suffer from even if I were to leave or he were, we both understand what’seant when he says “your stuck with me for life” and “forever” really meaning it. Like the deep scars his hits made in my memories and the ones on my shins from rocks, there’s not even a cream to make it lighten and disappear. ——-

this really was just a bathroom boredom buster free writing to cure some feelings currently. I don’t know if it makes any sense or if it’s worth a damn but I feel better. Maybe I will expand much more later but for now. I think it speaks volumes for me .

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